Maybe We Could Have Been Friends.....

Hurridly pushing through the crowd a young boy of African descent sprinted down the overfilled hallways of his school, his eye-length flew around everywhere, the miniaturized ropes nearly knocking his hood off.

The boy seemed frightened of something or someone, constantly looking back and forth, from side to side, as if checking if the coast was clear.

The boy soon made it to class, successfully avoiding whatever he had been running from. However, before his hand could even reach the door knob the bell went off loudly. Michael knew his teacher would pester him for his 2-second tardy.

"Oh, so we wanna be tardy today Michael? well, that's a phone call home, keep getting tardy and it will be an afterschool detention..." The teacher said coldly, the hate and disgust held in the teacher's eyes gave away the reasons for the mindless aggression. The teacher had always been on Michael's tail, calling him out for the smallest things, and calling his parents whenever possible.

Michael had tried to endure as he was taught that teachers were superior and thus he had endured, he endured for nearly 6 months but he soon got tired of trying to decrease the amount of phone calls he obtained from this class.

"Oh, so we wanna mark me tardy because I was three seconds late Mr. Smith, well...., I don't care" The boy replied just barely holding in the things he wanted to say and do. However, the look of hatred in his eyes, accompanied by his clenched fist did well to reveal his true emotions.

The teacher seethed, trembling in his seat before getting up and yelling loudly.

"MICHAEL!!, OUT OF MY CLASSROOM IMMEADENTLY!!!!" The teacher did not stop at that and continued to rage about nearly throwing his things up in anger. Michael walked through the door as quickly as he came waving his hand at the teacher as if to say.

'I don't care peasant'

Michael sat outside his classroom door looking up at the ceiling stuck in thought. As he sat there memories of his painful past resurfaced. Hot tears slowly trekked down his face their destination unknown.

Michael had tried to wipe them away but it was a fruitless endeavor, they kept pouring and pouring like spring rain.

Michael was always being struck by tragedy after tragedy First, he had lost his mother, his mother was far unable to get to the hospital on time when giving birth and thus had to give birth to his little brother inside the car but due to many unfortunate accidents and unforeseen tragedies the lady eventually ended up giving birth on a sidewalk bringing her second child into the world before passing away.

Second, due to his father having a one-night stand with his mother and leaving and his mother passing due to his birth, it just was him and his brother out of the big world they lived in, and a 4-year-old with a newborn under his care wasn't able to obtain much money and thus weren't able to obtain food.

Third, Both he and his brother were starved, and thus were unable to grow properly in an attempt to make some cash Michael's little brother had skipped the first day of school and tried to rob one of the rich-looking dudes who passed by their house while his older brother was at school and the result of the attempted robbery was absolutely horrifying.

14 bullet wounds, 4 to the chest, 3 to the neck, 4 to the face, and 3 shots spread around the upper and lower abdomen. Michael had only been 10 years old when his brother was killed. Michael had just come back from the first day of 4th grade to tell his brother about his day hoping that his brother would tell him about how his first day of Pre-K had been.

BEEP!!

BEEP!!

Woken from his reminiscing by the bell he realized just how much time had passed as he sat there staring into the sky he must've looked like a depressed crack-head, face Montone without a single expression in his eyes.

It was something he was told often occurred when thoughts regarding his past pryed their way into his mind.

Michael wiped his tears and got up hoping to leave before other students were released from their classrooms as they always pestered him about his beef with Darwin, a boy he had bullied harshly during the time of his brother's death.

It wasn't like Michael sought to cause Darwin pain both emotionally or physically it was just that during that time he needed an outlet for his emotions and Darwin was a perfect target, short and skinny, likely more malnourished than him.

Michael continued to think as he ran however his thought train was broken by a clamor of noises.

"Darwin go get his bitch ass!!"

"Yea, Darwin beat the fuck out of that pussy!!"

"Michael are you gonna let them talk all this shit bro??"

"Michael go beat the fuck out of Darwin and his minions!!"

"Michael beat his ass!!"

Michael was perplexed at just how they managed to leave class this early, students were always held back for 1-2 minutes after the bell rang as it was mandatory for them to tuck away papers, place items in their correct places, and even sweep up the classroom a little bit.

Even more so how did Darwin manage to appear like this?

'Must be some sort of divine intervention' He referred to the mystical intervention as divine but secretly thought that it must have occurred at the whims of a dark creature of evil a ghastly perverted version of what men imagined the divine to be.

"Yo Michael come fight me pussy or are you too bitchy for that!" Insults to his pride and who he was weren't something he took lightly, likely a result of his severe anger issues and thus he responded back.

"You keep talking but wasn't I beating your shit into space, you fucking retard"

"Ohh shit Michael just called you a retard, you gonna let that slide??!" 

"Damm Michael you gotta chill bro.....He's sped yo" Laughter emanated from the crowd as they urged the two to fight by directly saying so or instigating the way the first one had.

Things had quickly reached a point where Michael despite his disliking of hurting others due to the fear that they could end up like his brother and die in his own hands still decided that day he was going to shut Darwin up for good.

Darwin and Michael quickly began fighting with Michael dodging many of the jabs that came his way before releasing a vicious punch to Darwin's temple. 

For a second Darwin's sight went dark but as quickly as the darkness came it disappeared replaced by a feeling of dizziness and vertigo.

within these seconds of rest, Michael once again threw a fist toward Darwin, the punch once again aimed at his temple. 

Darwin felt cold he felt his vision retreating and his mind hazy slowly falling into the embrace of darkness, Darwin thought that he was dying and he was afraid of dying. Shivering from fear and nearly pissing his pants Darwin fell onto the floor his back to the wall.

Michael looked at him and decided to leave him walking away from the scene before any teachers could arrive.

However, as he did he heard the loud screaming of other students accompanied by an ear-drum rattling boom. The clamor of noise was quickly silenced, overtaken by an even louder sound.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

He felt a weird sensation in his back that quickly turned into a searing pain, he felt as if someone took a metal rod stuffed it in an active volcano, brought it out, and slammed it into his back at Mach 10.

For the second time today, he cried, the pain alone brought him to tears however even more painful was the fact that today he would die just like his brother did all those years ago. That was the most painful thing.

The combination of both physical and emotional pain brought forth an even more destructive emotion.

Rage, a deep-set rage that fueled his power to tear Darwin apart before bringing him back to continue to do the same thing before brutally murdering all that he loved and becoming his torturer for eternity.

Rage clouded his mind and his thoughts shifted from causing pain not just to Darwin but to all that existed he felt it was right that he should cause everything to cease to exist through brutal murder.

Michael ready to enact his feelings and bring carnage to the earth turned around and lunged at Darwin hatefully. The absolute terror, guilt, and regret portrayed by both Darwin's eyes and facial features brought him, not an ounce of remorse for what he was about to do.

Michael grabbed Darwin's head with both hands and smashed it into the floor as if dribbling a basketball, Michael had also tried to steal the boy's gun and managed to shoot him a couple of times before having it stolen by Darwin who seemed to be immortal, Whenever darwin got hold of the gun he would manage to shoot him a couple times.

The result of all this was both Michael and Darwin slumped on the floor surrounded by a pool of their blood, their bodies limp sometimes twitching as a result of the pain they felt.

"I hate you so fucking much Michael"

"I hate you too you dirty fucking bitch....." 

The two lay in silence for a couple of seconds before attempting to laugh which just released more blood from their bodies. The knowledge that they were both gonna die and unnaturally gave them a feeling of serenity, evaporating their worries and past hatred.

"Maybe somewhere else.....we could have been friends"

"Nah, your too bitchy for my tastes...."

"Hahahahaha!!"

The two laughed and talked together telling one another their entire life stories and eventually, they died.

Their last words were said in union.

"Maybe, Just maybe we could have been friends...."

Darkness encompassed them and they left, both of them heading somewhere else.